Situtu Qinger calmly leaned to the side and whispered to Situ Zhi, who was looking at him with teary eyes, feeling both pain and resentment, gritting his teeth, and said softly: "Zhizhi, listen to what everyone is saying. Second Sister is doing this for your own good. Now that mother is gone, we siblings still have to live on."
"But you didn't have to pinch me so hard; it almost killed me."
Situ Zhi raised his arm and randomly wiped the tears and snot off his face. Second Sister was way too ruthless. He probably had a huge bruise on his waist. If they were going to pretend, she should have at least warned him. Yet, she pinched him without any warning, way too harsh.
"If Second Sister doesn't pinch hard, can you cry like that? Honestly, Second Sister's painstaking efforts, you haven't felt a bit of it."
"But at least inform me first."
"Informing you wouldn't have had the same effect."
